The wind
It blows so silently
But ever so strong.
As I run down to the shore.
'There he is!
There is the angel
With whom holds my heart.'
Running down the dunes
Of weeds and sand
He turns and shows a smile
Oh such a beautiful smile he has
But what is this...
Another girl?
She's smiling...
And laughing...
And,
Holding him close...
'Who is she..?'
I walk closer
And he locks eyes with me
My heart flutters but...
He frowns and turns away from me
Wrapping his arm around that
Other girl.
Around that siren whom stolen my angel!
My pond blue orbs overwhelm
And sting like the the oceans salt
Is permanently stuck within them.
My face,
Flushed with envy and reddened with hatred.
I run the opposite way,
Back up to the tree.
Climbing up to the top branch
And holding my face tightly.
As tears stream
And fall down my heated face.
' why...'
I ask
' why me...'
' what have I done..'
'To deserve such pain..'
' why me? '
My mind floods to black
And my eyes darken
As I just sit.
Go silent.
And question my purpose.
If my own fallen angel
Could not stay to help my tarnished heart..
Then what being can...
~ J
